Since absorbing and fusing the spiritual energy in the Burmese ginseng snake cave, Fang Yi now doesn't know what realm he is in. He said that he is refining qi and transforming into a god, and his spiritual consciousness can be released, but if it is refining the god and turning it into a void, Fang Yi asked himself that he could not be able to leave the body of the Yang God.

But it is undeniable that Fang Yi's current cultivation level has improved a lot compared to before going down the mountain. He had to walk on the mountain road for several hours. Now, it took Fang Yi only more than an hour to arrive at the Taoist temple, and the road was slippery.

"Master is right, the soul is refined in the world, and there is a great opportunity!"

Looking up at the ruined Taoist temple, Fang Yi was also filled with emotion. Although it only took half a year to go down the mountain, it was comparable to those who had been practicing hard in the mountain for several years. Moreover, the more Taoist qi refining goes to the future, the more one should pay attention to the cultivation of the mind and nature. Practicing hard in the mountain will often backfire and the state will stagnate.

"Hmm? Someone has been here?"

After jumping into the grass wall in the backyard of the Taoist temple, Fang Yi came to the front hall with a flashlight. He suddenly stopped and his eyes narrowed. However, he found that in front of the statue of the Sanqing Taoist Ancestor, there were actually several fruits in front of the image of the Sanqing Taoist Ancestor. Judging from the color of the peel, it should be what happened in the past few days.

"The hall has also been cleaned..."

Fang Yi shone the ground with a flashlight. Logically speaking, he hadn't come for several months. The ground should be full of dust, but the ground that he saw was very clean. Fang Yi looked carefully for a while and couldn't even find a footprint.

"Who is here?"

A question arose in Fang Yi's mind. Generally speaking, in August and September every year, people who come to the mountains to collect herbs often go to the Taoist temple to stay. Most of these herbs are from Fang Village or several surrounding villages. When they leave, they often leave some food.

However, once winter enters, the forests are a very dangerous place for herbicide collectors. Fang Yi has lived in the mountains for so many years and has never seen anyone dare to enter the mountains after it snows. So the situation in front of him makes Fang Yi feel very strange.

"Is the compass I lost last time taken away by this person?"

Fang Yi suddenly thought of something in his mind. When he returned to the mountain to worship his master last time, he found that the compass hidden under the blue brick was taken away by someone. Before he could find out about this matter, another stranger entered the Taoist temple.

"That Heavenly Lord Wuliang, don't let Master Dao, I catch you..."

Fang Yi went to the room in the backyard to search and found that nothing was lost this time, but Fang Yi was still a little unhappy. After all, the compass left by his master was also a long time object. Fang Yi was not willing to sell it, but he was stolen.

After staying in the Taoist temple for a while, Fang Yi carried the ghost knife and took a shovel and carried four bottles of wine to the mountain. He came to the master's grave, which was covered with a thin layer of white snow. He shoveled away the snow with a shovel. Fang Yi shoveled some soil next to him and raised the grave a little, then sat down.

"Master, I'm here to see you!"

Fang Yi took out a bottle of white wine and unscrewed the lid, saying, "There is no more Houer wine. This is our national wine. You can always make do with it. The Chinese New Year is coming soon. I don't know if you are here, Master?"

As he talked to the master, Fang Yi couldn't help but feel sad. Every bit of the time he had been with the old Taoist priest in the past came to his heart. From a little brat who ran around in open crotch pants to a good guy who is more than 1.8 meters tall, more than twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye.

In Fang Yi's heart, the old Taoist priest was like his own father. He not only cared about his food, drink, defecation, but also taught himself all his Taoist skills. Without the teachings of the old Taoist priest, Fang Yi would not have been able to integrate into society so quickly after going down the mountain.

"Master, can this person really predict his birth, old age, sickness and death?"

In front of the master's grave, Fang Yi was still the curious baby who asked everything before. The question Fang Yi asked now was asked when the old Taoist priest calculated his deadline. However, the old Taoist priest did not answer, but told Fang Yi eight words, that is, "A person who practices Taoism competes for his life with the heaven!"

But until now, Fang Yi has not been able to understand the meaning of the eight words that his master said. In Fang Yi's memory, when he was very young, his master was gray-haired, but he still looked the same until the day when his master became a feather.

Even in the few days after the old Taoist priest passed away, his body seemed to have residual heat, and his face was rosy and no difference was that he had lived. If the old Taoist priest had not told Fang Yi to let him be buried within three days, Fang Yi would have thought he had buried his master alive.

"Master, I heard you and found a girlfriend. She didn't come this time. When I come next time, I will bring her to see you..."

Fang Yi slowly sprinkled a whole bottle of white wine in front of his master's grave and said in a nagging voice. "I haven't known Bai Chuxia for a long time and I haven't met many times, but I'm already a little more concerned in my heart. I know Chuxia will also think of me. Maybe this is what Master said about the love between the two people?"

Fang Yi and Bai Chuxia are not the kind of shy people, nor are they the kind of people who get tired of being together every day when their relationship is good, so although they only talked for a few days, Fang Yi and Bai Chuxia both knew that the other party was the person they were looking for.

Originally, during this Spring Festival, Bai Chuxia wanted to ask Fang Yi to come to Beijing for the New Year, and also meet his family. However, when Fang Yi came back from Myanmar, Bai Chuxia received a task temporarily. It was not convenient to call these days, so Fang Yi's visit to Beijing for the New Year was naturally ruined.

"By the way, Master, I have money now, no, I still don't have money..."

Fang Yi was like a child who wanted to be praised by adults. He told all the things he had done during this period and earned more than 100 million yuan by gambling stones. Fang Yi was calm in front of Fatty and the others, but in front of his master, Fang Yi couldn't help but show off.

"Master, when the disciple takes advantage of a few items to exchange for money, we will re-cultivate our Shangqing Palace!"

Fang Yi made a great wish in front of his master's grave. In fact, he had this idea when the old Taoist priest was alive. However, the old Taoist priest said that human body is a stinky skin, so why bother to care about these things outside the body? The other party's wish is unanimous.

"Master, see what this is?"

Fang Yi suddenly thought of something, and took the ghost-headed sword on his back to his back, and said, "Master, have you often mentioned Tan Sitong before? He died under this knife. According to Master, people who died of unfaithful life are often very resentful. I don't know if Tan Sitong's soul is placed in this knife. If it were there, Master, you can just talk to him..."

Fang Yi heard from the old Taoist priest that after Tan Sitong died, the old Taoist priest had specially visited the capital temple and wanted to use Taoist methods to summon Tan Sitong's soul back, but failed. This is also the main reason why Fang Yi asked for this knife from Peng Bin. Regardless of whether it was there or not, Fang Yi could fulfill his master's wish.

"Master, I know a strange man in Myanmar. He can communicate with animals. I remember you said that a person who can cultivate his mind can do this, but that person is just an ordinary person. It seems that some superpowers in this world can be born without practicing..."

Fang Yi opened two bottles of white wine in succession, but this time he placed one bottle in front of his master's grave. He drank another bottle in his mouth. While talking, he also touched the bottle with the bottle, just like he did when he and his master were drinking.

"Master, I seem to be able to feel a little about your mood back then. The road to practicing Taoism is long, but no one is walking with me. I am indeed very lonely in my heart..."

Fang Yi vented all the depression in his heart in front of his master's grave. As his cultivation level improved, Fang Yi suddenly felt very frightened. Fang Yi had never found the root cause before. After calming down during this period, Fang Yi felt something.

If you think about it carefully, Fang Yi's feeling should be because after his cultivation level is improved, his life span will increase to a certain extent. In this way, the person in front of him will become a pile of dry bones in a hundred years. As long as he thinks about this in his heart, Fang Yi will not involuntarily feel sad.

Fang Yi is still just thinking about things himself, but the old Taoist priest has experienced these things in his life. Now, thinking of the look that the master showed from time to time in the past, Fang Yi felt that he could understand something.

This is also the main reason why Fang Yi attaches great importance to his relationship with Peng Bin. In Fang Yi's eyes, as long as Peng Bin's cultivation can go further, he can become his partner on the road of cultivation. This is also the word "couple" in the four words "law, wealth, companion, and land" mentioned by Taoism.

In addition to Peng Bin, Si Yuanjie also has hope of doing this, but in terms of talent, Si Yuanjie is a little worse than Peng Bin. In Fang Yi's opinion, if Si Yuanjie does not have any chance, he will at best reach the state of refining qi and turning into gods in his life.

"Dharma, wealth, partner, earth, except for wealth, it seems that I am short of everything, and spiritual energy is missing from heaven and earth. Has the ancient heritage really become extinct?" Thinking of the scene seen in the snake cave of the Wild Man Mountain, Fang Yi felt powerless.

"Master once said that there is no way to go. After I make a breakthrough, I may be able to follow the broken road, right?" Fang Yi suddenly felt something. In this cold wind whistling mountain, in front of Master's grave, Fang Yi felt that his thinking was particularly active, and he thought of many things that he had never thought about before.

The cold wind was blowing, and Fang Yi sat alone in front of the lonely grave, telling his master what he had encountered and gained from going down the mountain. The moonlight pulled Fang Yi's figure out a long shadow.
Chapter completed!